word's are but letter's
spelled better
just spelled better
letter by let her or him
they just be them
in love song's
or stories told
as they grow old
they know their`wrong's
they know they're rights
so late at night
we writes

than the thought's of just word's that are sought
just memories
of used to be
just sens-thing
that's where potery began

novelst write novel's
aint's that novel ever
come to me
i
seldm do a see
the mystery
of what the writer see's

just ain't me

short stories's
why worry
the be short
linda' ,
like a brain fart
so sought she did
then she hid
in her words
that were still true
a song
or a singer
a novel LIST

she told me
so boldly
"a least we tried"

then she died
why
don't i
even try
the ? is an answer
in it'own
word's that she reap's
now she owns

try the best
i don't 2nd guess

they be what they be's
poet's
with stories who know it
sometimes' with poetry
sometime not
guess writers
have their lot
too
or not
but they at least we try or not
to say about Life
Love
Strife
all of the above

you'd think
for better
or for
a blessing for each letter
or each word i curse
you
you'dthink i could`add to my purse

so i write each night
unheard
of each word's light
hear at night
of just i might have been
be unheard
when the word's are the light
what was that word i said
before my friend was dead

maybe tomorrrow
or maybe tonight
we all fight
our fears
we all shed our tears
espcially
as we get near & nearer
to the light
we lost
we paid a cost
to borrow

from yesterday
and toMORROW
you can't borrow
nor take away

each day
will follow it's own way
one day at a time
that's all we have
it's here to say
sorry to say
your dues
you always pay
are`past dues
so pray
be thankfull
for tomorrow's
todat

that's a true s

what you think
is what you do
that be true
for me or you

short stories
whould be the words you
so say what you say
anyway

books say
that tooks
months or years to right
some are ouuta' sight
but some i'd never do
but that
be you

word's in a stack
word's absract
word's know
know grow end the back

words i see
they be me
or who i think
i be
like a roller rink

goin' round N' ROUND

u still hear the sound

if words & Life
i found

they be a distant sound's
that come around's
in memories'
of histories
you
& me's